Bloody Dawn - MCD AU [REWRITE PENDING]

Thirty-Five - The Prisons of Our Own Making

It was dark. Or was it light?

Although, it's likely neither. Voids are like that.

But, for one moment, a light flashed.

In that light, a ball of fire hurtled across the sky.

In that instance, time passed.

Then it was gone.

But then, for a single second, darkness surged.

Out of the darkness, a ball of silver and quartz spun through a nonexistent sky, surrounded by diamonds that glimmered against the darkness.

In that one moment, an obsidian sky appeared, accompanied by a bedrock floor.

Then, the darkness disappeared and there was nothing.

No light.

No day.

No time.

No darkness.

No night.

No space.

Nothing.

...

...

...

For a second, something flickered, then disappeared.

...

Another flicker. Then nothing.

...

It flickered again, longer and more frequently.

...

It flickered a final time before it blinked into existence.

A small, glowing stone.

From that stone, light, darkness, day, night, time and space came. Stars were born, planets formed, and on one such planet, life began, developing.

...

But then, something was activated and the whole universe shook. Everything fell apart, into dust, then nothing.

All that remained was a void.

...

This repeated again and again and again and again and again and again, worlds formed and grew and prospered, then were written out of existence entirely, over and over again.

Aphmau, awake, stood up and looked around. She wasn't with her friends, but in what looked like a cavern. A large tree must be above this cavern, for its roots covered the sides and formed a hanging cage around Aphmau.

Aphmau could, however, see a door, in a spot where the roots weren't so troublesome. How could she see this? Because some of the hanging roots had bio luminescent lights affixed to them. Aph also noticed, among the roots on one side, was a bed, some chests, a crafting table, anvil, some furnaces, and some armor stands.

Basically, someone's living space.

Click. Click.

Creaking groans alerted Aphmau to the opening of the door. In came a man, dressed almost completely in armour. He walked over to the living area and slowly took his helmet off, revealing his blue hair. Sighing, his helmet under his arm, he sat down on the bed.

Aphmau looked at him. He looked up at her. Something about his eyes... something about them were off.

"Who are you? Why am I here?" She asked, unable to spread her wings to their fullest extent in the cage.

"Sorry. I don't usually get jobs for capturing angels. That cage was really-more or less-meant for mortals."

Aphmau tucked her wings in. He seemed kind. "You still haven't answered my question."

He smiled. "Persistent, huh? Well, I guess that'll get you places in life. I'm just a mercenary. I've been hired to capture you."

"I realize you're a mercenary." Aphmau said, rolling her eyes. "What I mean is, what's your name?"

The man lifted his head up again and stared hard at Aphmau.

"My name... my name is Dante." He said, going through one of his chests (fangirl screams, applause, and the commencement of Dante ships can be heard).

"Oh." Aphmau said. There wasn't much to do other than talk, so she decided to do just that.

"I'm Aphmau. Nice to meet you, Dante." Aphmau said, getting a small chuckle out of Dante.

"What is this place?" Aphmau asked.

"My home. My workplace." Dante said absentmindedly as he crafted some golden apples. He glanced at a clock on the wall, then, grabbing his helmet, he left.

Alone, Aphmau sighed.

The cage she was in was made of strong, tough roots. And she couldn't squeeze out through the gaps inbetween the roots, no matter how she looked at it.

Sighing, Aphmau sat down. The best thing to do now was wait.

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Ugh...

Groaning, Emmalyn sat up. She looked around, and could just barely make out her surroundings in the darkness.

She was clearly in some kind of cell. Looking beyond the bars, Emmalyn saw there were four cells in the room, she being in the one to the right of the door.

Ugh... my head...

What happened?

Emmalyn remembered what happened. "Oh yeah." She said, pulling herself into a fetal position, her shoulders heaving as she sobbed.

Click.

The door opened, lighting up part of the room. In walked two demons, who were talking to each other in hushed voices. Emmalyn froze, and decided to listen.

"Can you really believe it?"

"That she betrayed her allies? Not really. But then again, Laurance says that with the right words you can make anyone do anything."

"Yeah, but what kind of words would it take to force someone to lead their friends into a trap? That's what I'd like to know. Oh, maybe we could ask her."

"You know the rules."

Opening one of the cell doors, the two demons forcefully led the prisoner out of the room. The door closed and locked behind them, making everything dark again.

In her own cell, Emmalyn sobbed. She had messed up, and now there was nothing left for her to do.